“Hoping I would find true love along the broken road, but I got lost a time or two” Rascal Flatts “Bless the Broken Road”
He wasn’t my first love, but he is the love of my life. When we were dating I often called him “my favorite”. This comforted him with reassurance. He knew how much I had loved before, and with those simple words I promised again and again, “I choose you. You, sir are my favorite.” Today, I don’t tell him as often. He doesn’t need to hear it as much, because he knows it. We’ve had 12 years, four children, and have ridden the waves of the storms of life by pointing each other at Jesus. We are one now, he doesn’t need to hear it as often, but every once and awhile I look at him in the midst of chaos bat my eyelashes and whisper, “You’re my favorite,” and in those words is an abundance of comfort, a shared sweetness, and the renewal of promise.
“Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.”
-Rascal Flatts “Bless the Broken Road” (2004)
There are rules to this thing: “This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.” I find this makes me feel both free and vulnerable. If you are a grammar Nazi, I am sorry.